The internet was made for porn. So the song said, and now a story was popping up here and there that purported to bear out that truth. A rumour, an urban legend spreading across hoary forums and sleek chat servers.
It was said that if someone watched porn enough, got horny enough, they would transform into what they saw. Some said they would become the figure they identified with; others a recreation of the character they lusted after. Some said you just became a sexual fantasy, sucked into the ether to live a life acting out sex scene after sex scene -- though that didn't explain the photos of people turned into bombshells with impossibly hourglass figures and studs with foot-long dicks. There were other a few... a lot... of furry selfies.
The porn didn't have to be live, or even animated. Some heretics said it didn't have to be online. Anything that got you hard or wet enough, that made you cum hard enough; that made you want it so bad would trigger the magic. The curse or wish or whatever it was. Some said you had to vocalise your desire, so that the Porn Genie would hear and make your twisted desires reality. Some argued and said that just screaming in ecstacy was enough. A few said that you had to truly want it, to be willing to trade your life for non-stop sex. All agreed though that you needed to orgasm to porn.
And then -- this was disputed too -- you would change. Sooner or later, all at once or over the course of hours. Maybe, some said, it varied. And of course some heretics said it could be triggered later, by masturbaitng to the memory of porn.
Just another addition to the manifold layers of urban legends collecting like leaves in the corners of virtual spaces. Another crazy rumour floating around the internet. Most people dismissed it as such, the pictures as "obviously" fake.
But it persisted.
Because the internet is for porn. And someone was about to find out the truth for themselves...